n comparison, Isaiah knew all about broken bones, having inflicted the damage on himself on more than one occasion - as well as some of his friends, on accident. It was one of the reasons why the were falcon couldn't play team sports, when he was in high school, despite his desire to do so. He just hit too hard, ran too fast, to play against "normal" kids, and even as a teen, he'd understood that. He'd hated it, but he'd understood it, when too often he came home with something broken. Adrie had merely kneeled next to him, given him a kiss on the forehead, and then gone about healing the damage.
Unfortunately, Isaiah hadn't gotten a drop of his mother's healing skills, in spite of his angelic heritage. His sisters cast the magic, he got to fly instead. Most of the time, he considered that to be a fair trade.
Now, though, knowing every slight movement would likely cause Raina pain, he tried his hardest not to jar her as he slipped into the house, Oma and Bean behind him. Once Raina was settled in the car, he'd go through and lock everything up; though it was obvious there'd been an attack here, and the place didn't look its best, that all could be fixed when they returned. "Thank you, Oma," he said, genuinely grateful as he found the keys, hanging off the hook, right by the door. Rather than ask Raina to grab them, he turned a little and shifting her weight onto his good arm, his left, and snagged the keys with his right hand.
He just hoped she'd remembered to unlock the doors to said car.